Shakespeare's Sonnets: Complete (Paperback)

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IFrom fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.IIWhen forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held: Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mineShall sum my count, and make my old excuse, 'Proving his beauty by succession thine This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.IIILook in thy glass and tell the face thou viewestNow is the time that face should form another;Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.For where is she so fair whose unear'd wombDisdains the tillage of thy husbandry?3Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity?Thou art thy mother's glass and she in theeCalls back the lovely April of her prime;So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.But if thou live, remember'd not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.IVUnthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free: Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuseThe bounteous largess given thee to give?Profitless usurer, why dost thou useSo great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?For having traffic with thy self alone, Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive: Then how when nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave?Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, Which,


Product Details
ISBN: 9798709592490
Publisher: Independently Published
Publication Date: February 16th, 2021
Pages: 66
Language: English